RYEY -Chapter 540 Mutual Destruction

Yuan Mengzhi’s sudden smile made Cheng Qiao’s pupils contract. Sensing danger, she immediately entered her space—while the dagger plunged into Yuan Mengzhi’s chest.

Yuan Mengzhi stared at the dagger embedded in her chest, completely stunned. The dagger was swiftly pulled out, blood gushing from the wound—black blood, unmistakably poisoned.

“You—”

“You what, you useless thing.”

Though the man had withdrawn the dagger, he was deeply shocked. He had been so careful—yet Cheng Qiao was truly formidable, capable of some kind of invisibility, escaping his sneak attack.

“You can escape today, but can you escape forever? Do you think your father can walk away unscathed?”

Reacting instantly, the man turned and lunged at Cheng Liguo. Cheng Liguo had been poisoned; though detoxified, he hadn’t fully recovered. The man could easily seize him and use him to threaten Cheng Qiao.

The moment Qin Guoqing got out of the car, he went to support Cheng Liguo, carefully checking his condition, paying no attention to Cheng Qiao and Yuan Mengzhi. In their minds, Cheng Qiao could absolutely crush Yuan Mengzhi.

Yuan Guangming was half-reclining on the ground, his view completely blocked by the two women. Only when the man appeared did he realize something was wrong. Struggling to sit up, he saw Yuan Mengzhi lying on the ground, eyes wide open in death.

“Cheng, run!”

Feeling a gust of wind, Qin Guoqing instinctively shoved Cheng Liguo aside. Unfortunately, Cheng Liguo hadn’t regained his strength; his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground again.

Qin Guoqing’s heart skipped—his good intentions had backfired. Before he could act further, it was already too late: the man’s dagger was pressed against Cheng Liguo’s throat.

“Don’t move, or I’ll slit his throat.”

Qin Guoqing froze completely. He had only come to escort Cheng Qiao and hadn’t brought any weapons.

“Cheng Qiao, I’ll count to three. If you don’t come out, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Cheng Qiao finally saw the man’s face clearly—it closely resembled Cold Poison. Likely his brother. That meant he could also make poison. This man absolutely had to be eliminated.

“1…”

“Little Red Head, my dad is in your care.”

Cheng Qiao knew Little Red Head was at a critical stage of cultivation and absolutely couldn’t kill. So the killing would be done by her.

Little Red Head’s deep, dark eyes looked at Cheng Qiao. In the end, it nodded—it sensed that once it left, it might never return to Cheng Qiao’s space again.

“2…”

Little Red Head jumped into the river, quickly gulped down a bellyful of spiritual water, then circled once around the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree. Resolutely, it followed Cheng Qiao out of the space.

“3…”

The man hesitated for a moment, but still called out “3.” Just as he was about to strike, a foul, bloody wind rushed in, instantly sweeping Cheng Liguo away.

“Holy—!”

The man never expected Cheng Liguo, whom he had firmly under control, to vanish so suddenly. All he saw was a blur of blood-red—what was that thing?

Not only was he terrified—Qin Guoqing and Yuan Guangming were also gaping, mouths hanging open. What kind of creature was this? A snake? Impossible—how could a snake be that big? And how could a snake have horns?

And why had it wrapped Cheng Liguo up—was it going to eat him? Qin Guoqing panicked and turned to chase after Little Red Head.

Yuan Guangming also wanted to give chase, but unfortunately his strength failed him. Unable to stand, he crawled instead. After crawling a few steps, he fell again, then clenched his teeth and continued crawling forward.

That man felt fear rise from the depths of his heart and turned to flee. But how could Cheng Qiao allow such a malignant tumor to remain in her country—who knew how many people he would harm?

One fled while the other pursued, two figures rapidly drifting farther and farther away across the desert. Cheng Qiao was not very familiar with the desert terrain, and fearing traps, she slowed her movements.

Seeing that she was about to lose him, she grit her teeth, gathered her qi in her dantian, and instantly channeled the true energy in her body into her arm, striking toward the shadow ahead. This move was something she had learned from Li Huan—but this was the first time she had ever used it.

“Swish—”

Cheng Qiao’s heart sank. Beneath this stretch of desert there must be quicksand. Her true energy had disturbed it, and her body was swiftly dragged downward.

Hearing the sound, Little Red Head immediately released Cheng Liguo and sped toward Cheng Qiao. But the moment it entered the desert and sensed the speed of the flowing sand, it knew it was already too late. With a sudden turn, it shot straight up into the sky.

The sea eagle circled anxiously in the air, wanting to dive down and rescue Cheng Qiao. But the quicksand was moving far too fast, forcing it to pull away again and again.

Little Red Head suddenly let out a cry. After circling twice over the spot where Cheng Qiao had disappeared, the sea eagle followed Little Red Head and left.

After being set down by Little Red Head, Cheng Liguo suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Turning his head, he saw only Little Red Head’s massive silhouette soaring away, and the sea eagle’s mournful cries echoing in the sky. He knew then that Cheng Qiao had met with disaster.

“Cheng Qiao, my daughter… come back…”

Cheng Liguo roared hoarsely, his voice already broken. But the only response was the sea eagle’s cries growing ever more distant.

Qin Guoqing stood there dumbfounded, staring at everything before him, barely able to believe his eyes. Just who exactly was his second sister-in-law? And had she really died?

The sound of Cheng Liguo’s uncontrollable sobbing reached his ears. His legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees. It was over—how was he supposed to explain this to his father, to Ye Jing, to Lele?

“Guoqing, quick—call your father and report this matter.”

Yuan Guangming finally crawled over. Blood was already flowing from his palms and knees, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. This calamity was the result of his momentary softness, and he had to bear the responsibility.

Qin Guoqing finally snapped back to his senses. He first helped the nearly unconscious Cheng Liguo into the car. When he went to help Yuan Guangming, Yuan waved him off—he wanted to stay and guard Yuan Mengzhi’s body. The corpse was poisoned, and no one was allowed to touch it.

When Qin Daqiang received the call, his face changed instantly. Cheng Qiao was dead? No—how could Cheng Qiao be dead? She was a lucky star!

“Are you dead yourself? How could you not save her?”

Qin Daqiang knew full well that Qin Guoqing had no ability to save Cheng Qiao, but in his panic he couldn’t care less, unleashing a torrent of scolding at him.

“Dad, don’t scold me yet. Report it upward first. And Yuan Mengzhi’s body is poisoned—I don’t know how to handle it.”

Qin Daqiang took a deep breath, hung up, and immediately called Wu Hongxin. Wu Hongxin was greatly shocked and remained silent for a long time. When the guard beside him saw Wu Hongxin actually shedding tears, he was so startled he didn’t know what to do.

“Notify Ye Jun to go to the Liangzhou Health Clinic and take over as director. Also, secretly have someone deal with Yuan Mengzhi’s body—no hidden dangers can be left behind.”

After a long while, Wu Hongxin finally heard his own voice. Cheng Qiao’s son, Ye Jing, was still at the Liangzhou Health Clinic—someone had to protect the child.